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- Look for groups
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- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I am online on and off during the day, most active late at night. Leave me a message to get a hold of me, or ask for my Discord.
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- 80s/90s, Modern, Romance, Fantasy, Horror, Thriller, Science-Fiction
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❝ My whole life was a blur, but then you smiled at me and everything was as clear as day. ❞
내 인생 은 흐림 ,하지만 당신은 나에게 미소를 지으며 모든 일 만큼 명확했다 .
AFFILIATION: Pride..┊..OCCUPATION: Fighter..┊..LOCATION: Mansion..┊..INTERACTIONS: Ji-Yeon @BAO .┊..MENTIONED: Ethan @CrystalTears
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The room fell silent, not even the film once dancing across the television screen with brilliant colors and excited voices made a peep in the midst of high tension. It was black, pitch black to the point it was suffocating the each of them as they looked to one another for some sort of answer to this madness. The two remaining souls left within the occupied space standing in the middle of it all, hoping for some sense of comfort or relief before the typhoon crept over the mountainside that in turn, would eventually drown them all. Not only were either of them in considerable danger now, but the rest of Pride and even Pack for that matter were. This was the domino effect readying itself to stutter and fall after being held up for so long, and Mako was going to make sure he was the physical shield for Ji-Yeon. Things were going to get nasty, he felt it. From the tips of his toes to the hairs on his head, he could feel the danger creeping in with claws out and gums flaring, and he had to make sure to fend it off with every last bit of strength remaining in his body.
Nothing else had to be said before their phones went off, allowing Mako stand there briefly to gaze at the flickering home screen from atop the coffee table. He took a deep breath from the bottom of his lungs, and grabbed it, only to read it to himself just as his jagiya did to come to a final conclusion. They will take his car, he said, and he was off into the darkness of their home to fetch a more appropriate attire for such desperate times. Mako simply nodded with this decision, more of the listening type when it came to his jagiya, and went to shimmy his work clothes back on over his boxer briefs and tank top after he had tossed them aside before their snuggle-date.
Mako wasn't as close as Ji-Yeon was to the rest of Pride, mainly because he was one of the newer members after being introduced to it when coming clean, but nonetheless, Mako learned each and every one of them through the guidance of his lover's hands and encouraging words. They were different in their own, individual ways, family-like almost, and it wasn't that difficult to remember who was who through such unique characteristics. In other words, Mako fit right in just like a missing puzzle piece hidden underneath the bed, and that in itself, was something he kept dear to his heart. Growing up an only child with a dead mother and missing father, you sometimes cling to the things that mean most to you in hopes of not losing it like before. Pride was his family, Ji-Yeon was the light of his life; the two things that would matter most to him until the day he died.
His mind did laps behind the wheel, listening to nothing but the breathing within his rib cage as he drove the each of them to the mansion on that cool, eventful night. No words could be formed at all between the two of them, and to Mako, that was just alright. The death of a very important figure of their rival group had brought just enough sorrow and confusion to mute even the loudest of souls. The male had to stay strong, to keep himself from shattering underneath the immense pressure that would soon build up on the peaks of his shoulder blades. Pride had to fight through this like they did with everything else, and so did he, for his own sake as well as his jagiya's. Mako had no intention to go down without a fight, and he was hoping things wouldn't lead up to that because he was positive there would be a few more scars littering his lumbering body.
Easing up on the acceleration and placing the car in park once approaching the large estate, Mako removed his seat-belt and stuffed his keys into his pocket to exit the car with half the speed. Looking to Ji-Yeon as some sort of confirmation, the male could only jump slightly from the sudden curse word piercing the tense silence and raised his brows, confused as to what come of it. His mouth formed a small "oh" once he said, and he couldn't help but smirk at his considerate concern. Ji-Yeon had always been caring of little ol' Ethan, a protective mother almost, doting him around for his own sake that almost, came off as a little bit too strong. Alright, scratch that, maybe a lot but regardless, Mako found it hilariously cute in the end.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, the blonde haired male followed behind the other and took his spot on one of the other couches in the living room, readying himself for this emotionally heavy gathering. Leaning back, and nearly sinking straight into it, he watched as his jagiya ended up in a fit due to Ethan being absolutely shitfaced, and the others just as confused to what was going on. From that point on, he knew it was going to be a long, and difficult night. Such unfortunate events to unravel just as everyone was at the club, a good Saturday night was now muddling to a watered-down, dreadful one. At this point he was thankful he didn't go out partying anymore.
Mako sat forward and crossed his legs, looking to a few of the faces that were still in the living room.
"We should just cut straight to it, no bullshit."
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❝ My whole life was a blur, but then you smiled at me and everything was as clear as day. ❞
내 인생 은 흐림 ,하지만 당신은 나에게 미소를 지으며 모든 일 만큼 명확했다 .
AFFILIATION: Pride..┊..OCCUPATION: Fighter..┊..LOCATION: Mansion..┊..INTERACTIONS: Ji-Yeon @BAO .┊..MENTIONED: Ethan @CrystalTears
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Nothing else had to be said before their phones went off, allowing Mako stand there briefly to gaze at the flickering home screen from atop the coffee table. He took a deep breath from the bottom of his lungs, and grabbed it, only to read it to himself just as his jagiya did to come to a final conclusion. They will take his car, he said, and he was off into the darkness of their home to fetch a more appropriate attire for such desperate times. Mako simply nodded with this decision, more of the listening type when it came to his jagiya, and went to shimmy his work clothes back on over his boxer briefs and tank top after he had tossed them aside before their snuggle-date.
Mako wasn't as close as Ji-Yeon was to the rest of Pride, mainly because he was one of the newer members after being introduced to it when coming clean, but nonetheless, Mako learned each and every one of them through the guidance of his lover's hands and encouraging words. They were different in their own, individual ways, family-like almost, and it wasn't that difficult to remember who was who through such unique characteristics. In other words, Mako fit right in just like a missing puzzle piece hidden underneath the bed, and that in itself, was something he kept dear to his heart. Growing up an only child with a dead mother and missing father, you sometimes cling to the things that mean most to you in hopes of not losing it like before. Pride was his family, Ji-Yeon was the light of his life; the two things that would matter most to him until the day he died.
His mind did laps behind the wheel, listening to nothing but the breathing within his rib cage as he drove the each of them to the mansion on that cool, eventful night. No words could be formed at all between the two of them, and to Mako, that was just alright. The death of a very important figure of their rival group had brought just enough sorrow and confusion to mute even the loudest of souls. The male had to stay strong, to keep himself from shattering underneath the immense pressure that would soon build up on the peaks of his shoulder blades. Pride had to fight through this like they did with everything else, and so did he, for his own sake as well as his jagiya's. Mako had no intention to go down without a fight, and he was hoping things wouldn't lead up to that because he was positive there would be a few more scars littering his lumbering body.
Easing up on the acceleration and placing the car in park once approaching the large estate, Mako removed his seat-belt and stuffed his keys into his pocket to exit the car with half the speed. Looking to Ji-Yeon as some sort of confirmation, the male could only jump slightly from the sudden curse word piercing the tense silence and raised his brows, confused as to what come of it. His mouth formed a small "oh" once he said, and he couldn't help but smirk at his considerate concern. Ji-Yeon had always been caring of little ol' Ethan, a protective mother almost, doting him around for his own sake that almost, came off as a little bit too strong. Alright, scratch that, maybe a lot but regardless, Mako found it hilariously cute in the end.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, the blonde haired male followed behind the other and took his spot on one of the other couches in the living room, readying himself for this emotionally heavy gathering. Leaning back, and nearly sinking straight into it, he watched as his jagiya ended up in a fit due to Ethan being absolutely shitfaced, and the others just as confused to what was going on. From that point on, he knew it was going to be a long, and difficult night. Such unfortunate events to unravel just as everyone was at the club, a good Saturday night was now muddling to a watered-down, dreadful one. At this point he was thankful he didn't go out partying anymore.
Mako sat forward and crossed his legs, looking to a few of the faces that were still in the living room.
"We should just cut straight to it, no bullshit."